Chapter 77

• Samantha slammed the stack of printed papers onto the table as soon as she reached him, her hand trembling but her gaze steely. “Explain this.”
• Caleb, seated comfortably with a glass of wine in his hand, raised an eyebrow. His lips curved into a lazy grin, as though expecting her to crack a joke.
• “Sam, if this is one of your expensive pranks, you really outdid yourself this time.” He chuckled, reaching for his drink.